balmy skin dangling off the porch
in legs and collapsible soul,
my skirt draped
waves across grass.
I let you into me
like
twilight
begs
to be undone
-
four months have
passed
in purple shaded
panic attacks
four months have passed
with out you.
days are by now longer
twilight seems to
last
I would let it lead me to you
though,
you love me
nighttime – fleeting;
if only like the seasons.
melissa upfold
